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[They're starting to get into something of a routine, here. Attempts to steal away on their own have been thwarted time and time again- and so Chara stops bothering, putting all their focus into one thing. Their Partner.

This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.

Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.

Or maybe not.

The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.

Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.

It's still you.]

[If I have time-

Are words that are difficult to forget. Especially when the person in question has a fond memory tucked away in their heart and is eager to relive that, to share it, and-

It's why the child in question is currently staring down the Batter, cat sitting lazily by her side. As if she's gauging the time he has now by her own terms. The question itself sits on the tip of her tongue-to ask if there's enough free time in his day to warrant an afternoon game of baseball. She doesn't have a glove, but she doesn't need it to throw, probably. A special treasure like that will take a long time to find and they can play again when she does.

Her gaze fixates on him, then to the weird circle(??) nearby, and suddenly her question about time doesn't seem that important. Should she be scared? Do they need to run? And she rushes through various hiding spots in her mind. Places nearby that would be big enough to hide this guy. She can think of some, but-]

What's that?

August 22nd - Action =)

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